A keen aspect of having less almost always results to bitterness and disdain to the world; a world where materialistic belongings are what everyone aspires to aquire, nothing is far from the reach of money unless you do not have that treasure to start with.
This writer was never one for realisim, but life will always catch up on you, entraping you with its sharp glare, that you can do nothing but look yonder...towards the black abyss of reality.
Victor Hugo wrote - So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the civilization of the earth, and adding the element of human fate to divine destiny, so long as the three great problems of the century- the degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light- are unsolved; so long as social asphyxia is possible in any part of the world;- in other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of les miserables cannot fail to be of use.
There could be no better words to describe fictious realisim - stories that tell of a world that could be in ours, characters in which are as real as a next door neigbor but with the makings of a convict one hears about in a news flash.
Poverity, brutaulity, war, death, greif, cruelty, are sadly what describes our world of the now, prayers are set on every pair of lips beckoning each god known to man to step forward and set an end to the turmoil we- as humans have unleashed upon ourselves, all for the usual nessisities, Power, wealth and greed.
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